His face rings a bell. I wonder if I know him from somewhere.

We all have our crosses to bear.

Seek mickle, and get ſomething; ſeek little, and get nothing.

'You went Berserk. I've read all about it in Hypatia.' […] 'You've gone Berserk and pretty soon you'll go to sleep. But you'll probably be liable to fits of it all your life,' Beetle concluded.